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Chapter 8

Icaeos had a spiritual vision, recently. She doesn't have them often,
but something about this one particular ancient forest, just south
of the Halfling lands, must have awoken somethin in her. In the
vision, Icaeos was watching her own birth. She was there, as if it
was reality. However, she was not inside the Blackwood Tree that
her baby-self was in. Grown-up Icaeos was standing outside the
Blackwood Tree. She, somehow dream related, knew everything going
on inside during the birthing, but still, where there was calm and
happiness going on inside the Tree. Outside raged a storm that
blackened the sky and ripped smaller trees right out of the ground.

That was it. Just a vision of her own birth, but from outside the
Tree. Icaeos knew it was true. The storm that is. However, she
couldn't understand why no one from her village told her about the
hurricane the night she was born. Icaeos can't think of a storm
that size ever hitting her village before. It should have been
a major talking point, or at least a mere mention. But in all her
thinking on it, Icaeos can't remember a single word ever being
uttered about the storm of the century that happened to be on the
night of her birth. Odd.

This vision did not happen in a vacuum, of course. Icaeos has always
been interested and fascinated by storms. The sheer magnitude of
power being released. The symphony of flashing lighting. Winds that
could topple a giant. Rain like pebbles falling from the sky. What's
not to like? And Icaeos felt this way before her newly realised
growth and understanding. Now, she understands storms are FAR more
than power and fury. They offer renewal. They can cleanse as well
as destroy. They also allow chaos to unfold, as it should. Sometimes
some things NEED to be torn down and blown apart. For something else
possibly better to take its place.

Still, recently, her odd fascination has become far more interesting.
Through her spiritual training and searching with Lord Ergush,
Icaeos has developed a brand new sense of the clouds, lightning,
rain. All things weather and storm related are almost impossible
for Icaeos not to notice. Something as simple as a cloud shifting
in the sky and Icaeos notices and feels... Feels there may be a
connection.

In short, Icaeos has begun to notice storms and violent or
unseasonable weather happening more and more around her. Like...
It's following her? Or maybe she's following it? Who knows? All
Icaeos will do is keep observing in hopes she sees... something she
hasn't yet. As was noted, Icaeos very much likes the storms. If
anything, Icaeos feels it's others who should be afraid. She'll
accept the storms wrath, mercy, or other.